Kate Morton

“Mothers tend toward right on most things.”

— Kate Morton

“He was a scribble of a man.”

— Kate Morton

“Youth is an arrogant place...”

— Kate Morton

I love the structural part of the writing process.

— Kate Morton

Hope's one thing, expectation's quite another.

— Kate Morton

A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven

— Kate Morton

“The simplest falsehoods are the strongest.”

— Kate Morton

We're all unique, just never in the ways we imagine.

— Kate Morton

“The appearance of plenty can be deceptive. It doesn't always mean a person is well.”

— Kate Morton

“How was a boy who'd tasted poverty ever expected to choose the poorer road?”

— Kate Morton

“I’ve been sitting here watching the river. It never stops, you know.”

— Kate Morton

“Did those with passage booked on death’s silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed?”

— Kate Morton

“It matters not, for she did not need her eyes to tell her who she was. She knew it by your love…

— Kate Morton

“. . . weary of knowing too much and understanding too little.”

— Kate Morton

...She's understood the power of stories. Their magical ability to refill the wounded part of people.

— Kate Morton

“...better to makes changes for oneself that try to mend holes torn by the decisions of others.”

— Kate Morton

“History was about to intervene: real adventure, real escape and adulthood were lurking, laughing, round the corner”

— Kate Morton

“They were young; time hadn't yet rubbed at them, polishing their differences and sharpening their opinions...”

— Kate Morton

But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides," she said. "It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens." ~ The…

— Kate Morton

“Nighttime is different. Things are otherwise when the world is black. Insecurities and hurts, anxieties and fears grow teeth at night.”

— Kate Morton

“A brisk wind wove through the bushes, twirling the leaves so that their pale undersides fluttered towards the sun. Like children thrust…

— Kate Morton

There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've…

— Kate Morton

The stretch of years leaves none unmarked: the blissful sense of youthful invincibility peels away and responsibility brings its weight to bear.

— Kate Morton

For it is said, you know, that a letter will always seek a reader; that sooner or later, like it or not,…

— Kate Morton

True love, it's like an illness. I never understood it before. In books and plays. Poems. I never understood what drove otherwise…

— Kate Morton

Some say I'm an overnight success. Well, that was a very long night that lasted about 10 years. But while I do,…

— Kate Morton

Cassandra always hid when she read, though she never quite knew why. It was as if she couldn't shake the guilty suspicion…

— Kate Morton

“She'd opened the front cover and fallen inside the wonderful, frightening, magical illustrations. She'd wondered what it must feel like to escape…

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“The house remembered her. Laurel did not consider herself a romantic, but the sense was so strong that for a moment she…

— Kate Morton

“Over the course of weeks, taking great care never to revel her inward state of flux, Percy had evaluated her situation, observing…

— Kate Morton

And then he was kissing her, and she was struck by his nearness, his solidity, his smell. It was of the garden…

— Kate Morton

“Free as a bird' was the expression, and yet they weren't free at all, not as far as Saffy could tell: they…

— Kate Morton

“Alice stopped walking as a dragonfly hovered close. 'Yellow-winged darter.' The name came to mind of its own accord. She watched as…

— Kate Morton

It was the sibling thing, I suppose. I was fascinated by the intricate tangle of love and duty and resentment that tied…

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“Apart from such visits, for the first time in her life Eliza was truly alone. In the beginning, unfamiliar sounds, nocturnal sounds,…

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“Girls in Victorian London were employed in all manner of menial positions- domestic servants, fruit sellers, flower girls- and Eliza's depiction of…

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“Once again she was struck by a sense of profound familiarity. She knew this place. In the story that her mother used…

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“I know, Granddad, the woods are thick and I'm a city slicker, but Ash was with me, and it was just as…

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“Quickly and quietly, the Princess returned to the cottage, for she knew what she must do. The crone had sacrificed her eyes…

— Kate Morton

“A silver hairbrush, old and surely precious, with a little leopard's head for London stamped near the bristles. A white dress, small…

— Kate Morton